still, taut
as a cat
waits.
they all thought
i would sleep
in a lily-white bed,
blankets clean
and crisp
as the stars overhead,
without memories
of stifling,
until i was done
breathing in
and out
scorn--
a sensitive nature,
i waited
until they were spent,
and now i take
my own.
you left me alone
like an easter egg
and
i had
bad dreams.